I may have said this before, but you tend to block on comments whenever there's one that requires you to find some time to write as well. Which suggests that you might be able to avoid it by posting your comment at the same time as the post -- though there's still the issue of having time to write :)
Unfavourable comparisons... it has been a while, hasn't it?
Unfavourable comparisons ⮩ The hospital looked like it had been built in a hurry, corner-cutting, a century ago to house lepers and that the illest of the lepers had been tasked with the upkeep ever since.
⮩ The signs pointing to the vaccination clinic appeared to have been written in the blood of some unlucky patient by someone with fewer fingers than normal, a hazy grasp of spelling, and a desire to lick the blood back up whenever they'd 'completed' a word to their satisfaction.
⮩ The nurse administering the vaccines looked as forgiving as granite after a hundred-metre fall and as sturdily built. Sadly she smelled nothing like it, instead reeking of garlic, rotting grass and the artifical strawberry scent used to attract small girls to plastic dolls.
⮩ The injection was as painful as hearing his mother say that she wished she'd never had children after looking at her newborn grandson, throwing up over the junior doctor and trying to smother his wife with a pillow.
[I figured it would be easier to write to a theme. Hopefully your vaccinations have nothing in common with this!]
Greg - yeah, I know. I tend to put it off until I feel like there's no choice but make time to write, which isn't great. I'm hoping to do better in May.
Hah, I do appreciate the theme you've chosen. Not sure which is my favorite... maybe the opener?
Oh, I did say I'd do a few myself, so...
Mine:
The property manager had the response time of an especially lethargic sloth, one who even his own mother suspected of a brain injury incurred while she was sleeping.
* * *
The bartender mixed drinks like a toddler who had just eaten an entire cake without assistance and whose parents just informed him that it was bedtime.
* * *
I'm not saying he's easily distracted, but even my doctor wants to prescribe him Ritalin... and he's at least 75% gnat.
* * *
She taught her students like a general making a last stand against a foe that outnumbered, outgunned, and outsmarted her at every turn.
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I may have said this before, but you tend to block on comments whenever there's one that requires you to find some time to write as well. Which suggests that you might be able to avoid it by posting your comment at the same time as the post -- though there's still the issue of having time to write :)
Unfavourable comparisons... it has been a while, hasn't it?
Unfavourable comparisons
⮩ The hospital looked like it had been built in a hurry, corner-cutting, a century ago to house lepers and that the illest of the lepers had been tasked with the upkeep ever since.
⮩ The signs pointing to the vaccination clinic appeared to have been written in the blood of some unlucky patient by someone with fewer fingers than normal, a hazy grasp of spelling, and a desire to lick the blood back up whenever they'd 'completed' a word to their satisfaction.
⮩ The nurse administering the vaccines looked as forgiving as granite after a hundred-metre fall and as sturdily built. Sadly she smelled nothing like it, instead reeking of garlic, rotting grass and the artifical strawberry scent used to attract small girls to plastic dolls.
⮩ The injection was as painful as hearing his mother say that she wished she'd never had children after looking at her newborn grandson, throwing up over the junior doctor and trying to smother his wife with a pillow.
[I figured it would be easier to write to a theme. Hopefully your vaccinations have nothing in common with this!]
Greg - yeah, I know. I tend to put it off until I feel like there's no choice but make time to write, which isn't great. I'm hoping to do better in May.
Hah, I do appreciate the theme you've chosen. Not sure which is my favorite... maybe the opener?
Oh, I did say I'd do a few myself, so...
Mine:
The property manager had the response time of an especially lethargic sloth, one who even his own mother suspected of a brain injury incurred while she was sleeping.
* * *
The bartender mixed drinks like a toddler who had just eaten an entire cake without assistance and whose parents just informed him that it was bedtime.
* * *
I'm not saying he's easily distracted, but even my doctor wants to prescribe him Ritalin... and he's at least 75% gnat.
* * *
She taught her students like a general making a last stand against a foe that outnumbered, outgunned, and outsmarted her at every turn.
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